It all seems a long time ago,
These memories of long ago,
Of children running to and fro.

The laden tables on the street,
A party time on our street,
For kids like us it was a treat.

The Pistols sang "God Save the Queen"
Even punk rock toasted the Queen,
Seems like a dream that might have been.

Those days now are so far away,
Now I watch thoughts from far away,
As we party again today.

As sparkles of glass mix with wine
To my Queen a toast in white wine
May the future be blessed divine!

Artwork: Cecil Beaton

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Lost and Found (Blues Sonnet)

She rushed away and left me here last night,
Upon the steps she left me here last night,
Because the clock was chiming she took flight.
I saw her gown disappear into rags,
The sequined silk was now scullery rags,
A servant's dress she made with veggie bags.
The Prince of charm was looking high and low,
He looked here and there, above and below,
But no one knew where the pretty girl go.
His quest to find the girl to be his bride,
The only girl that could e'er be his bride
But first on her foot I must gently glide.
Ev'ry girl tried and tried to make it be,
But Cinders is the one who'll step in me.

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Love is Light

Your holy book says do not judge me,
Who the hell are you to judge me?
I don't need your consent, you see…

Your god made me wrong, so you say,
But I do not believe a word that you say,
For love has shown me a different way.

Your voices preach nothing but hate,
What is it about love you really hate?
No longer is freedom prepared to wait.

I'll stand tall and defend your choice,
I may not agree but it is your choice,
But you in your righteousness deny my voice

The devil's toy, in me you see sin,
I know no devil or concept of sin,
But I know that love will surely win.

So don't tell me your way is the right,
Don't try to tell me that hate is right,
For hate is darkness and love is light.

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Mirror, Mirror

My looks are fading into age
Once young and fair, now it’s old age,
I sought wisdom from mirrored sage.

The words of glass cut like a knife,
In days before the surgeon’s knife,
I couldn’t accept this new life.

The glass said she was fair of face,
A girl with a beautiful face,
She put my looks in second place.

Enchantments cast for her to bite,
A poisoned fruit for her to bite,
To bring an end to that Snow White.

A magic curse within a spell,
She bit the fruits touched by a spell,
It all seemed to go rather well.

There was nothing that could go wrong,
With Snow White dead, what could go wrong?
But then that damned prince came along.